This is a song about "Left"

I left for one summer,

Huh, i can't interpret her

Money back on my mind

All the people you left behind.

And i'm left for the corrections,

They bringing me fish and chips

That was good shit, is there any left

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

'till there's nothin' left.

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Promises that had us left assured

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Your family is left wondering why

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Bout time i got my respect

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left